While Women Weep, As They Do Now,

Without Excuse And Self-consideration Of Health Or Limb Or Life, True Soldiers Fight, Live To Fight, Love The Thickest Of The Fight, And Die In The Midst Of It.

I Am Not Waiting For A Move Of God, I Am A Move Of God!

There Appears To Be A Deeply Embedded Uneasiness In Our Culture About Throwing Away Junk That Can Be Reused. Perhaps, In Part, It Is Guilt About Consumption. Perhaps It Also Feels Unnatural. Mother Nature Doesn't Throw Stuff Away. Dead Trees, Birds, Beetles And Elephants Are Pretty Quickly Recycled By The System.

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.

It Is Impossible To Comfort Men's Hearts With The Love Of God When Their Feet Are Perishing With Cold.